Such a common theme.
“I heard the limbs creak.”
“The creaking limbs startled the rider.”
Outside of a book, I heard the limbs creak,
A spiny retama branch against another,
A spiny huisache branch against another.
A rare south wind pushed them,
Moved them, bent them,
And their yellow flowers danced.
Creaking, almost scratching, bumping,
Even breaking, falling. snapping ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky early March 2013